CHAPTER 344

Daniel’s POV

It was late, and the hospital was quiet. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind refusing to settle. My condition felt like an ever-present burden, a constant reminder of how weak and vulnerable I was. Anxiety edged into my thoughts, making it difficult to find any semblance of peace.

A soft knock on the door broke through the silence. I turned my head as Heather stepped inside, her silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway. Suddenly, I remembered what she’d last said to me, which she had not been able to finish because we were interrupted by another nurse who was calling her.

“Daniel?” Her voice was gentle, but a little hesitant. “I saw the light on. Are you alright?”

I sighed, the words escaping before I could stop them. “I’m scared, Heather. What if… what if this doesn’t get better? What if this is it for me?”

She crossed the room, pulling up a chair beside my bed. Her hand reached out and warmly gripped mine. I looked up, and for the first time, I not